I remember to the day – I looked into the mirror.

Hoping that a man – would be coming nearer.

Lathered up my face – for one tiny hair.

Razor with no blade – I didn’t really care.

Then it came to pass – when I would shave for real.

The cuts and Toilet P – seemed to seal the deal.

Now late in life I sing – a note and different tone.

I wish that all those hairs – would fall off on their own.

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